Welcome to my blog!

Although I became The Match Maven by accident (and what a happy one!), it’s no accident that I’m sharing these thoughts and stories with you. I hope that my insight and experiences, both personal and otherwise, will be entertaining and ultimately useful to you as you embark on your online dating journey. Learn from them. Maybe even laugh at my missteps. But most of all, don’t give up the dream!

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Taking Life One Date at a Time

Welcome to my blog!

Although I became The Match Maven by accident (and what a happy one!), it’s no accident that I’m sharing these thoughts and stories with you. I hope that my insight and experiences, both personal and otherwise, will be entertaining and ultimately useful to you as you embark on your online dating journey. Learn from them. Maybe even laugh at my missteps. But most of all, don’t give up the dream!

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Welcome to my blog!

Although I became The Match Maven by accident (and what a happy one!), it’s no accident that I’m sharing these thoughts and stories with you. I hope that my insight and experiences, both personal and otherwise, will be entertaining and ultimately useful to you as you embark on your online dating journey. Learn from them. Maybe even laugh at my missteps. But most of all, don’t give up the dream!

I believe in online dating.

When I was single, hoping to bag a man in a Manhattan bar seemed as far-fetched as finding the perfect roommate online. And although I did meet my best friend on Craigslist when I became his roommate (I guess I have a knack for using the internet for interpersonal relationships), I didn’t have success finding a boyfriend in the “bar scene.” I wasn’t a fan of loud music and super late nights to begin with, and I was plagued by the problem every woman faces: what do you do with your purse while you’re dancing, anyway? So there I’d be, fist pumping my clutch on the dance floor, imagining all the things I didn’t know about the man approaching me in the club, the DJ’s “oontz, oontz, oontz” beat driving his steps. Did he go to college? Does he believe in God? Does he love his mother? Does he read the Times on Sundays or peruse the Post back to front?

And then one day it hit me. Why on earth would I leave these questions until the second date or try to coax this information out of him while reading his lips at the bar, shouting questions about where he’s from, what he does. Going online was a world of opportunity. And on those dates that occasionally got awkward, I felt solace knowing the guy sitting across from me read the same books I did. And blissfully, there wasn’t an "oontz" to be heard.